He calls to invite us, sits down right beside us “All God’s children” he’ll say “are wheat In the thicket, righteous among wicked, And gathered on harvest day” His apt congregation from chalkboard invitation: “all drifters welcome ashore!” The fruit of my seed has been declared a weed And I am invited no more Aren’t we delighted tp be the uninvited?! Expelled to the church of the truth His prison of preaching the primer he’s been teaching He would be uninvited he should be uninvited too Aren’t we delighted – we, the uninvited! Love, unconditional, true The righteous, the honest – come lay your sins Upon us and you’ll be uninvited, too